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it’s be rude not to take it? was it a thanks. gently, she took the fish, setting it to the side. “ get some rest. ” yelena moved to the corner of the room, keeping an eye out. it was her usual. watching. seeing what lurked.

“ not much of a talker. ” yelena lightly jested before her jacket was placed beneath his head. “ get some sleep now. ”

the blonde held him up with no problem, dragging him to the nearest area. this should work. she’d settle the man upon the ground, assessing him for where any injuries could possibly be.

her hair down, a smidge of make up, eye liner. the smell of fresh flora staining her flesh. “ the hell did you so? ” she muttered to herself, removing a bit of armor to search. yelena wouldn’t let him die, stranger or not.

“ healing. i have some better medicines for that. ” she’s reaching into her bag. “ going to sting. ” the russian stated bluntly, pouring the antiseptic upon the fish scales, at least it would help before she wrapped up his torso. “ you need rest. ”

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Even if he did talk, she wouldn't understand him. His native tongue is beyond her comprehension, It would take years for her to understand and vice versa for him. It appears the ' Rp ' translator doesn't work on him. So, he reached for his pocket with +

The tattered and soaked through clothing was easy to move around, It was practically clinging onto him like wallpaper being peeled off in one strip. The fish grafts were visible if the scent didn't give it away. The man had his eyes on her at all times. The first clue about him was the +

He was taking all of this information in, It was all new to him. A glorified cave man discovering fire for the first time, drawn in like a moth to the flame. The moment she acted , he felt a sharp wave of pain course through his body. It was enough to leave him slightly paralysed for a moment. +

He appeared to be slightly clueless, uncertain of what would happen next. He lost strength on his legs, feeling them wobble slightly. As he slumped and leaned over the significantly smaller woman, feeling his weight all over her. The man without words remained silent, no voice, no nothing. +

The moment she placed him down, the peasant's lower jaw hung low, and his mouth was slightly parted out of habit. Pain, there was so much pain he felt. If she observed his injuries, she would notice the fish skin grafts all over his body. Showcasing that he has survival instinct, ( he ) did this. +

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰. #DCRP ⚡ #MVRP

“ not much of a talker. ” yelena lightly jested before her jacket was placed beneath his head. “ get some sleep now. ”

the blonde held him up with no problem, dragging him to the nearest area. this should work. she’d settle the man upon the ground, assessing him for where any injuries could possibly be.

he looked hurt. a sigh escaped the blonde as she moved beneath his arm to hold him up. the russian accent thick as she spoke. “ come on. you look like you’re about to fall out. ”